Page 19 of Meant To Be - Irresistible Bachelors

The one who gets nervous before a concert even though she has a killer voice and stage presence, who takes notice of what those around her need and makes sure it happens, and who sips a bottle of Evian to lessen the flush of her cheeks when I stare longingly at her from across the room.

Two tour buses slowly come to a stop in front of us. I grab my bags and walk over to the smaller one, anticipating what I’m going to say once I have Nikki alone with me. The driver gets out and places my bags in the luggage compartment.

Nikki hugs Kenny goodbye as he gets on the other bus. I stride over to her, my heart beating loudly in my chest. God, she’s beautiful. It’s almost as if she gets more beautiful every day.

“Do you need help with your bag?” I ask.

“Yes, please,” she says with a smile.

That gorgeous grin of hers drives me wild. Just staring at her plump lips makes me want to kiss them. I bend over and grab her luggage, then carry it over to our tour bus.

She follows close behind me, and I can smell her sweet perfume. Deeply inhaling the aroma, I’m tempted to drop her luggage and seize her voluptuous figure in my arms, but I shake that thought out of my head. We agreed to keep our relationship private, so that means no public displays of affection. I hand her bags to the driver and then help her onto the bus.

“Thank you,” she whispers as she glances over her shoulder.

“You’re welcome,” I reply, admiring her curves from behind.

Her body is amazing, and I can’t take my eyes off her soft, round bottom.

“Dinner’s already here,” she says as she walks over to a table attached to the inside of the bus. “I’m starving.”

The table is set for two with dome covers on top of our plates. She takes a seat at the table, and I join her.

Taking the dome cover off her plate, she digs her fork into the meal. I watch as she takes a bite of the gourmet food in front of her. She lets out a satisfied moan, and I can’t help laughing. She glances up from the plate, her cheeks a bit rosy.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. I just love women who aren’t shy about eating. Is it good?” I ask.

“Yeah, try some,” she offers.

I lift the dome cover and take a forkful of food off the plate. I take a bite and instantly understand why that moan flowed from her lips.

“This is really good,” I sigh in amazement. “I never had food this delicious when I used to tour years ago. I had to order out a lot back then because all I had on my tour bus to eat were TV dinners.”

“Really?” she asks, completely surprised.

“Yeah, I hated it. I’m glad they’re serving us healthy, nutritious food on this tour. I have to eat right and workout a lot while I’m on tour, or else my insurance premiums will skyrocket,” I explain.

“I understand,” she commiserates softly. “It’s the same for me too. My insurance company took my blood pressure and a blood sample before they cleared me for this tour.”

“Really? But you’re so young! You’re only eighteen.”

“Yeah, but they said it was mandatory,” she states as she takes another bite.

I can’t take my eyes off her. I probably shouldn’t stare, but she’s too beautiful to look away from. Her hair accidentally falls into her plate, and I reach across the table to push the strand behind her ear. My hand brushes against her soft skin, and she smiles as she bashfully looks away.

“I’m glad I finally get some time alone with you,” I confess.

“Me too. I wish our schedule wasn’t so hectic. It makes it impossible for us to have a moment alone,” she complains good-naturedly.

“Yeah, but all that matters is that we’re together now. I’ve been thinking about you nonstop since the other night,” I admit.

“You have?” she asks, her cheeks reddening.

“Yes,” I say, causing the shy, innocent girl to look away.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, too,” she replies softly. “In fact, you’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

I reach across the table and take her hand in mine. She looks into my eyes, and my heart melts.

Suddenly, the bus door opens, and the sweet, intimate moment we are sharing comes to an end. I quickly release her hand, and we both grab our forks, carrying on as if we weren’t doing anything more than sharing a meal with each other.

“Ready to go, folks?” Rocky asks as he climbs onto the bus.

Shit, I thought he was riding in the bus behind us. How the hell am I supposed to get some time alone with Nikki if he’s hanging around?

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